You close your eyes, and say," Eenie, meanie, minie, moe!" You randomly jab a button, and open your eyes to see your selection.
You pushed the green button. The screen lights up green with yellow letters, "You have selected inanimate. Since no preset inanimate selection is showing in subject file, randomly selecting from data base requests for inanimate objects based on your permanent record." It hummed. Lists of names scroll past, it stops and highlights one. Gustavo Ruben Ruiz Rodriguez? GRRR! The big mean dude everyone called, GRRR! in High School?
What does he want? And why did the machine pick his request, you think.
You are bathed in a white antiseptic light, as the machine explains. Mr. Rodriguez requested a new jockstrap, he listed 352 males and 340 females that would be acceptable. Your name is on that list.
Fuck, there were 699 people in your graduating class. The bastard must have listed all of his classmates.
You feel yourself getting weaker and thinner, and smaller. You are clothing. You are jockstrap.